Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Angola and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Robert Hood to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
The Cure,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Archie Shepp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Fad Gadget,
Newcleus,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Brick,
Faust,
John Coltrane,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Slits,
Neu!,
The Associates,
Barrington Levy,
Boredoms,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Tomorrow,
Country Teasers,
Skaos,
Easy Going,
The Walker Brothers,
Eurythmics,
Eden Ahbez,
Flipper,
Slave,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Sheep,
Depeche Mode,
Y Pants,
Godley & Creme,
Delta 5,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Byron Stingily,
Soft Cell,
Tom Boy,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Rites of Spring,
Jawbox,
ABBA,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Crime,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Joensuu 1685,
Audionom,
Sister Nancy,
Jimmy McGriff,
Mark Hollis,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Cramps,
John Holt,
D'Angelo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Chrome,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The Buckinghams,
Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton, Anthony Braxton.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.